|C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the Worlds Best Literature.|
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
|That Sleep is the Brother of Death, and of Gorgias drawing to his End|
|By Claudius Ælianus (c. 175c. 235)|
From A Registre of Hystories
|GORGIAS LEONTINUS looking towardes the end of his life and beeing wasted with the weaknes and wearysomenesse of drooping olde age, falling into sharp and sore sicknesse upon a time slumbered and slept upon his soft pillowe a little season. Unto whose chamber a familiar freend of his resorting to visit him in his sicknes demaunded how he felt himself affected in body. To whom Gorgias Leontinus made this pithy and plausible answeer, Now Sleep beginneth to deliver me up into the jurisdiction of his brother-germane, Death.|| 1|